Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 940 - 473: What Are You Afraid Of? I’m Afraid You’ll Run Away (Part 3)

He roared these words, seemingly realizing he had lost his composure.

Then his chest gently rose and fell, as he re-evaluated Fang Cheng, bound by chains.

The ferocity gradually abated, turning back to a cat-and-mouse-like cruelty.

"I’ve said all that needed to be said, old man."

Xuan Zhen let out a sigh, his scarlet gaze locking onto Fang Cheng like a venomous serpent:

"As for who exactly betrayed your father... that, I don’t know."

"Perhaps everything I just said was a lie to deceive you, maybe I am the culprit, or maybe it’s someone else."

"Who cares? After all, you’re just a dead man walking."

He spread his hands, his smile exceedingly malevolent.

Fang Cheng’s eyes turned crimson as he glared at him for a long time.

In the end, it seemed as though he had exhausted all his strength, slowly hanging his head, his voice extremely deep:

"My father... in the end, it was you traitors who forced him to death, wasn’t it?"

Xuan Zhen chuckled indifferently, completely ignoring his question.

At this moment, further verbal humiliation had lost its allure, more enjoyable was the impending thrill of savoring the fruits of victory.

With greedy eyes, he sized up Fang Cheng from head to toe, like appraising a priceless treasure, clicking his tongue in admiration:

"Come to think of it, I really should thank you."

"Chen Hongye’s body, though hailed as a once-in-a-century genius of the noble family, when compared to your nearly flawless physique, it’s like fireflies competing with the bright moon, not worth mentioning!"

"Since you personally destroyed the ’old clothes,’ it’s just right, the old man has been waiting all these years to put on a younger, stronger new body!"

He paused, a twisted kindness appearing on his face.

"Rest assured, dear nephew, I’ll take good care of your final affairs."

Seemingly unsatisfied with the provocation, he deliberately used a chilling tone to challenge Fang Cheng’s last mental defense.

"When the time comes, I’ll take advantage of the situation, occupy your body, and neither the people around you, nor your mother, nor your friends will recognize me."

"Oh, that’s right..."

"And your pretty girlfriend, at that time, I’ll ’take good care’ of her for you!"

He stuck out his tongue, licking his lips, revealing a lewd smile.

Fang Cheng said nothing, his fists suddenly clenched tight, veins bulging on his arms.

He violently jerked his body backward, heavily crashing into the gravestone behind him.

"Clang clang clang—"

Accompanied by the ear-piercing friction sound of the chains tensing instantly, the entire gravestone trembled violently from his immense force.

But it still had no effect.

"Hahaha! Yes! That look!"

Xuan Zhen’s expression became extremely distorted and excited, he shrieked:

"I love seeing geniuses like you, who believe themselves exceptional, struggling in despair."

"Crushing a genius like you with my own hands is more exhilarating than swallowing a hundred ordinary souls..."

As he spoke, a rusty Bone-cutting Knife appeared out of thin air in his hand, tapping lightly against Fang Cheng’s angry face.

"I won’t let you die quickly, I’ll slice your flesh bit by bit, torturing your Spiritual Body, thoroughly enjoying your screams!"

"Here, the flow of time is under my control, 24 hours here is but an instant outside."

"You’ll slowly endure every imaginable torture; even if your will is forged in steel, I’ll wear it down inch by inch, until you become just one of the countless spirits in this Soul-devouring Domain!"

As if in response to his declaration, the black vortex on the ceiling spun more violently.

Countless twisted faces squeezed out, peering downward at the bound Fang Cheng, uttering the vilest curse.

Atop the altar.

Fang Cheng lowered his head, his entire body trembling slightly, his teeth grinding with a "gritting" sound, as if enduring the most terrifying torture.

Xuan Zhen watched this scene with satisfaction, as if observing an artwork nearing completion:

"Dear nephew, what are you afraid of? Can you tell me?"

"Hehe..."

A low, oppressive laughter suddenly emerged from Fang Cheng’s throat.

He slowly lifted his head, staring at the monster before him, his lips curling upward at an angle.

The eyes that should have been full of "fear" and "anger," all emotion receded like the tide.

What replaced them were two heart-palpitating golden flames.

"What I’m afraid of..."

His voice was terrifyingly calm, as if hailing from Hell.

"... is you running away!"

The moment these words fell, a malevolent aura far more terrifying and tyrannical than Xuan Zhen’s erupted, like a dormant volcano suddenly awakening!